Winter morning, it"s cold. The wind was blowing, blowing in the face like a knife like pain, travel people wear thick hat, wearing a warm coat.Winter morning, it is quiet. The original rivers have become unusually calm, cannot find race each other"s shadow, secretly hid the naughty nature, become so calm, gentle and quiet, seems to be asleep.Winter morning, is spectacular. To find a corner quietly standing around a misty. The distant mountains, near the trees are shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of whiteness, and the heavenly scenery no two. The mist blowing, filar silk cool. In the sun out of the moment, the fog is the most concentrated, slowly, slowly fade away.Winter morning, is beautiful. Occasionally find a not to spare the flowers, in the cold winter quietly open, the original beautiful flowers after a heavy fog of washing, it is beautiful and lovely. Looking at people comfortable, also let people love dearly.I am greedy of breathing in the morning fresh air, I really want to release a song, to express my feelings. Oh You are cold, you are quiet, you are magnificent, you are beautiful......
冬天的早晨，是寒冷的。寒风呼呼的吹着，吹到脸上如同刀割一样疼，出行的人们都戴上厚厚的帽子，穿上了暖和的棉衣。冬天的早晨，是安静的。原本湍急的河流也变得异常平静，再也无法找到你追我赶的影子，偷偷的藏起了调皮的本性，变得那么平静，温柔，似乎恬静的睡着了。冬天的早晨，是壮观的。随意的找到一个角落静静地站立，到处一片迷蒙。远处的山，近处的树都笼罩在雾里，白茫茫一片，和天宫的景致别无二样。薄雾扑面而来，透着丝丝凉意。在太阳出来的一瞬间，雾是最浓的，慢慢地，慢慢地淡去了。冬天的早晨，是美丽的。偶尔找到一朵不屈不饶的小花，在寒冷的冬天悄然开放，原本美丽的花儿经过大雾的洗涤，更是美丽可爱极了。看着让人舒服，也让人心疼。我贪婪的呼吸着早晨新鲜的空气，真想发放声一曲，借此表达我的心情。哦！你是寒冷的，你是安静的，你是壮观的，你是美丽的……
